This is a song about "Going to busch gardens"

Im going to get some head

If your man want to bet

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

And than i am content, intend to keep going

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.

Going to the southern land

Sweatin' me like headband

Im not going to want your sympathy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Going to nyc from long island

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Going to the lobby

Let me rideuntil i get free

Its not going to stop me,

Plottin' don’t even worry